[The bells make Kiri think of home. The hints of funnel cake and kettle corn on the breeze confuses him even more; the Thanksgiving Festival shouldn't be for a little more than five months from now. It's all dancing in front of him in a haze -- short things with pointed ears are cooing among burly, chattering midgets milling around him in droves lined with confetti and cheer, backs turned and busy among themselves (or whatever entertainment is at hand). It's surreal... And this bench is uncomfortable.
A mildly annoyed groan in the back of his throat starts to form her name as his thumb tries to draw itself along where her knuckles should be.
Kiri wakes up.
Panic begins to settle at his heels. It launches him to his feet when Kiri realizes he isn't sure how long they've been apart. The fairy tale-esque town doesn't even register with him, not the elves or dwarves or talking creatures; that extra weight in his pack from two new books isn't even noticed. Kiri tears through the crowd, searching in a near manic urgency. Whatever locals that didn't care for him before are suddenly paying attention.]
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A mildly annoyed groan in the back of his throat starts to form her name as his thumb tries to draw itself along where her knuckles should be.
Kiri wakes up.
Panic begins to settle at his heels. It launches him to his feet when Kiri realizes he isn't sure how long they've been apart. The fairy tale-esque town doesn't even register with him, not the elves or dwarves or talking creatures; that extra weight in his pack from two new books isn't even noticed. Kiri tears through the crowd, searching in a near manic urgency. Whatever locals that didn't care for him before are suddenly paying attention.]
ELLE!!!